Fiction

I think that being immortal would be pretty torturous, never being able to pass away could cause you to descend into madness. Just observing all of your loved ones as they age and die.

May 6, 1978 was the day Marie had gotten kidnapped. She was 17 years old, just barely learning how to drive a car, because her parents didn’t have one. One day she was walking to her father's place, her father’s name is Richard.

Ghostly 

Thetford Academy 

7th Grade

Oliver Dunnet    

“Oh hey, Tim. What’s going on?'' 

Maybe it’s funny but every time I try to write about you, the words die in my throat.  Is it that I know too much?  Or too little?

EZRA– Ezra lay sprawled, with his head almost touching the ground, on one of the beanbags that lined one corner of the tightly backed bookshop, searching, upside down, for his favorite book.

I woke up, knowing something was wrong, and heard something strange whooshing sound. I raced to the window, and my breath caught, my heart ripping through my chest.

It was a relatively easy flight. After our Glacier National Park trip was canceled, thank goodness. I was so frustrated that our dad scheduled this; why not Hawaii?

Clash…

 Clash…

..Clash

Clash..

It was a cold Tuesday morning in October. The warm and well light ambiance of the diner with soft chatter in the background of their conversation made it hard for her to accentuate her disdain.

I feel like I’m drowning.  All those clocks, ticking and ticking and ticking like the beating of my heart day in and day out for eternity, and then just- nothing.  A split second between the start of forever and the end, and how can it b

Gather ‘round the fireplace, kids,” Grandpa said. “It’s time I told you a tale my own grandfather told me long ago on a winter night just like this …”

    The story I want to tell starts with a rhythmic knock, once, twice, three times…a fourth?